He never really knew who he was. Not just in the sense of discovering that he was indeed a reincarnation of his godly self, but as a mortal he had never felt whole. As a child, he chalked it up to never knowing where he came from, who his parents were, or why they left him on the doorstep of the orphanage he grew up in. Perhaps it shaped him as a mortal, growing to be rather closed off and keeping to himself, bottling everything up inside. But as he aged in mortal years, that emptiness inside of him was never filled. He expected to feel more whole once he was self-sustaining and not so reliant on others, but it never came. He never found that peace within himself, and with every step he made in life, he wasnt even making it easier on himself. Were the people in his life leaving because they chose to, or because he held everyone at arms length and shoved them away at the last chance? It was something he never wanted to think about.

Once he was of age, Minho left the orphanage to go make a life on his own. With a ty, old beat up car and the few belongings he had tucked away in a box in the trunk, he drove and drove until something struck his fancy. A sign for Moirai caught his attention while driving on the freeway, and when he got off on the exit, no one else was following him. Come to think of it, he never saw anyone get off that exit, and he couldn't even remember where he had found it in the first place. But ever since he got there, he never felt the need to leave. In a sense, he was happy. There was still a missing piece of him, but maybe, just maybe, Moirai would help him find it.

After about a year, living out of a hotel room that he worked to earn his keep in, Minho was approached by a man. The man said he was going to be leaving Moirai soon, and that he wanted to pass his business down to someone, but he wasn't pleased with his options thus far. However, after explaining that he saw just how hardworking Minho was, he wanted to pass it off to him. Who was he to say no? After all, he never really had a job before. So he said yes, and the establishment was soon in his own name.

Minho now spends most of his time at the bar (named Lethe). While overseeing how it runs and making sure things go well, he finds time to cast a few flirty glances here and there, never really sticking around in people's lives enough to make meaningful connections, but enough to break a few hearts.

late night drives/walks. minimalism. dark clothes. accessories/fashion. stargazing. cats. hot coffee. listening to music. when someone plays with his hair.

waking up too early. disrespect. being told what to do. not getting enough sleep or being woken up abruptly.

smoking cigarettes. biting his nails & the skin around them. picking at his lips. believing that he is the villain or that he deserves the bad things that come his way. can let his anger get the best of him. expects people to leave him.

doesnt often drink (has to stay alert on the job). is known as a flirt. wardobe is mostly leather (or just tight black) pants & general "eboy" fashion.

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